Grace Novarr (15)
upon meeting an angel in paris
i find you growing rosebushes on the edge
of boulevard montmartre. come, you say,
there is someone out there to love. you spread
me into a map, touch me in places that are corners.
this way. we drive in a car that belongs to
your father. show me where the rain left
itself behind, to reflect. together we pool
between cracks in cobblestones. has anyone
ever stepped exactly here? we do not ask
each other questions that have answers.
instead, we drive slow, let the windshield
clean itself for once. here was joan of arc;
here, four lips closed space. you tell me you
once knew a streetlamp here that bent like
a tree. we kiss under its ghost. let other things
arch over us: for now, our tongues are silent.
Grace Novarr is a 15-year-old writer who is inspired by Romantic poets such as Keats and Wordsworth. She has previously won four regional Scholastic Writing awards and has contributed to her high school literary magazine.
upon meeting an angel in paris
i find you growing rosebushes on the edge
of boulevard montmartre. come, you say,
there is someone out there to love. you spread
me into a map, touch me in places that are corners.
this way. we drive in a car that belongs to
your father. show me where the rain left
itself behind, to reflect. together we pool
between cracks in cobblestones. has anyone
ever stepped exactly here? we do not ask
each other questions that have answers.
instead, we drive slow, let the windshield
clean itself for once. here was joan of arc;
here, four lips closed space. you tell me you
once knew a streetlamp here that bent like
a tree. we kiss under its ghost. let other things
arch over us: for now, our tongues are silent.
Grace Novarr is a 15-year-old writer who is inspired by Romantic poets such as Keats and Wordsworth. She has previously won four regional Scholastic Writing awards and has contributed to her high school literary magazine.